Since beginning my glamorous randonneuring career in 2005, I’ve not only ridden in places I never imagined, but I’ve dozed in an assortment of spots I never before would have considered comfortable or conducive to sleeping. 373 more words

The turning of the calendar to 2015 also means the arrival of a “PBP year.” Paris-Brest-Paris, the most heralded, historic, and international of all grand randonnees now peeps its head around the corner and beckons to us randonneurs, a mere eight months away. 939 more words

The last six weeks have seen a dip in The Wattmesiter’s mileage due to jury service, chest infection, Christmas and other distractions. Once again he was overlooked for a place on the shortlist for BBC Sports Personality of the Year, despite… 214 more words

When The Wattmeister packed up bike racing (after an unsuccessful 113 km solo break into a headwind in the Tour of CloudCuckooLand), tennis rackets were strung with catgut and stored in wooden presses and bicycles were made of steel. 408 more words